Hai Shaoqing's face bore a smile, and he spoke in a gentle tone, "Chairman Zhong, I have no objections."
Zhong Daqiao fiercely glared at Hai Shaoqing behind his back, cursing the wretched son who no longer even called him 'Daddy.'
It was certain, the child borne by that woman belonged to the Hai family; they shared no common heart with him. Fortunately, he had Tianci.
If you show no love, don't blame me for being heartless.
And so, a press conference was indeed held in the villa.
The weather was suitable, and it was conducted in the courtyard.
Zhong Daqiao and Xu Meirou stood on the steps, alongside a smiling Zhong Tianci.
The journalists began to ask questions from below.
